It was the best kind of frustration, those slow and gentle teases with teeth and tongue. The hands on bare skin, suggestively gripping and caressing, luring one another into a shared web until patience snapped and a bone-deep need for one another took hold.
“I’m still waiting for your example,” he teased hours later, when they lay sated and sweaty in a mess of jumbled bedding.
“Hmm?”
The vibration of Evan’s query matched the humming beneath his skin and drove Heath to the brink. Perhaps he had a bit of strength left.
“The myriad purposes of my tongue. I assumed you had examples.”
Evan rolled onto his side, brushing the hair from Heath’s face as they locked eyes. “The last couple of hours weren’t enough?”
“I don’t think it’s possible for me to get enough of you.”
It was the closest he’d yet come to admitting how hopelessly in love he was. He couldn’t say it, because it was ridiculous to feel so strongly after so short a time, especially when Evan was still so new to the very concept of life with another man. But the feeling was there and agonizingly intense during moments such as this, when the world outside was still and it was just the two of them in the darkness.
“Is that your goal?”
Heath furrowed his brow, seeking the secrets of the universe in Evan’s mischievous hazel gaze. “Is what my goal?”
“To get enough of me.”
“I thought I was the one who spoke in riddles.”
“You’ve rubbed off.”
He certainly had. And then some.
“If you’re asking for an expiration date, I’m afraid I don’t have one.”
Nor did he want one. Stupid, hopeless, romantic fool he was.
Evan smiled while kissing him. Just a light peck, but as always it escalated until they were both breathless and hard.
“Then say yes.”
“To?”
Did it matter with the man’s fingers wrapped around his dick? He’d agree to anything if it meant movement and pressure and hot cum bathing his skin.
“Marrying me.”
Heath’s mouth watered at Evan’s bulge, so close, but still contained. Pre-cum soaked through the cotton of his briefs, and he could taste it on his tongue from memory.
“Birthday boy’s choice.”
“You’re saying I can do whatever I want?”
“Correct.”
“Happy fucking birthday to me…”
Evan tucked a finger beneath his chin and lifted his face for a long, slow kiss. Heath sighed and melted open, reaching for the straining cock in front of him.
Evan grabbed his wrist and shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
Shedding his shirt, he lay on his back and hiked his hips to peel the underwear down his legs. The sight tore a moan from Heath’s chest. That thickness standing proud from within its nest of ginger curls, the tip wet and inviting as it bobbed against Evan’s stomach.
